Part 24 - One flew over the mynock den
Rhijans did a passable snap to attention, then turned and began making a survey of the area. Surveillance, he'd already seen, was tight...but stacks of materials created plenty of blind spots. Without taking too long in any one area, he began moving through the stacks, assessing what was there, and looking to see where materials came in from, where finished materials were stacked, how subsystems were assembled and then stockpiled for final completion, how traffic flowed, where it naturally ebbed, where individuals went only a few at a time...
Beneath the mask, his face was nearly as inscrutable as the faceplate of the helmet as he weighed pros and cons of each location, looking for weak points to be exploited...or exploded, when the time came...and watching the movements and locations of the stormtroopers, to better blend in with their ranks if and when he needed to effectively disappear. For now, he took it for granted that there were eyes on him, and carefully avoided anything that he thought might appear to be a tell, that he was anything other than a specially-assigned trooper checking the place on a security sweep. The fact that he was alone was enough to keep eyes on him...but those same eyes had also seen him escort in an ISB agent, so they wouldn't necessarily be expecting him to act like a normal trooper.
Or, at least, that's how he hoped he was being perceived...